Sara

Every morning when the kids got up, they’d want to watch cartoons on the TV. Either from Youtube – Steve and Maggie, Ryan Toys Review or Princess Nela. Unfortunately the internet was down for today, because we forgot to make payment.

As alternative, I suggested to them to watch something from what we’ve downloaded.

“Kids, what do you want to watch?”

Sara – Ferdinand!

Amira – Coco!

Ferdinand! Coco! Ferdinand! Coco!.. They were bickering what to watch.

“How about we watch Frozen?”

“Ok abah”, the two girls replied.

TV is really not the best option to allow kids to watch unsupervised. But in my experience, it’s much better than giving them mobile device.

It was her usual time of the hour. As her bowel lined up to the stars, she took a poop.

This normally happened around 830 pm, so we were ready. We wanted to potty train at such an early age so we can reduce the amount of diapers used daily. *cough cheapskate*

When she’s done with her business, she’d run to us and tell us, “mama, Sara yak ke?”. The tone was a question, just like we’d normally ask her, but I can assure you that’s a statement. She always messes up the tone, but it doesn’t matter, we’ll fix that later.

After dinner, we (Aisyah and me) took our time to share about each others day and talk about smoked duck (it cant be help, she’s craving for it). We heard Sara defecating at the corner of the room. It’s ok, we’ll clean her up once we’re done with the dishes. Sara yelled from the living room, “Mama, Sara yak ke?”.

Running across the hall with only her tshirt on. OMG. She took her pants and diaper off! Her stool was everywhere on her ‘cheeks’. Luckily there were no bricks nor skid marks on the floor. I quickly grabbed her and ran upstairs.

Giggling while I rushed her to the loo, in her tiny little voice, she said. “Abah, tima kaceh.”

I took my time to respond, knowing that the moment will end and she’ll outgrow time faster than my beard. One day, I’ll be an old man and she might be cleaning up after me. We do not need to be thanked, but it always nice to feel appreciated.

It was exactly last year at this time, I was playing badminton with my officemate. Got home and argued a little with your mother. She was moody, I was tired, and the rest was history (you can read the story here). We slept for 3 hours and was awoken by mom, her water has broken.

Anyway, you turned one year today. Most parents would throw fancy party, birthday cake, a get together. Personally I’m not big on grand gestures. But of course for every birthday, theres’ a gift. I’m giving you something priceless, no money can’t buy. I am building you at time machine.

Well, to be accurate, it’s an email capsule.

What I’ll do is send you mails, conversing with the 18 year old version of you. Tell you my griefs, my hardship, how much I borrowed your money, how you drooled on me, or scratch my face or what ever. The point is, I want you to be prepared, that one day, she’ll be an adult and parent too. This life is meaningless if love is not spread.

To do this right, I am using IFTTT. Every time we post on instagram using the hashtag #saraedwin, it will be downloaded and automatically send to your email. Cool huh? But I’ll also mail you from time to time. Just a quick short ones. (So does this post!)